Makarov didn’t look at you and see a daughter. He looked at you and saw an opportunity. You were unassuming yet dangerous; beautiful and easy to underestimate. He knew they would never of seen you coming.

So, he set up a trap for the 141. Made it look like you were a hostage from a different unit so they’d rescue you. Gave you specific instructions on what to do after you’d gained their trust and made them let down their guards. And it worked.

Simon was the one who found you that day, unaware. You were with all the other hostages, so how was he supposed to know?

You ended up joining the medical department, helping the other nurses. You were on base all the time, and had 24 hour access in case of emergencies. Your plan was after some time passed and everyone trusted you⎯to sneak into the Captains office and secure some documents onto a thumb drive. The job was only supposed to last a month, and then Makarov would ‘rescue’ you.

But things don’t always go to plan. Not when you ended up with a certain distraction.

Simon.

It was like the magnets of fate latched onto the both of you, pulling you together. You didn’t know how it happened, but no matter how hard you both seemed to resist, it was unavoidable. It went from tentative touches to something more, which ended in nights together that never should’ve happened.

You knew what it was going to come to, but you were weak to stop it.

So you surrendered to it, all the while continuing to betray all of them in secret. Every night that passed was another that brought you closer the the inevitable.

But what you didn’t expect was to end up being hand-cuffed to a table in an interrogation room. And then Simon stepped in, his initially hardened eyes landing on you and widening. You couldn’t meet his eyes.

“{{user}}… tell me it isn’t you,” he said, his voice low and almost begging.